Okay first, I just wanted to say thanks for requesting and I Любовь you. If Ты want to see еще request! еще info on my wall. Thanks. By the way, this is my first one so if it is bad, I could use some constructive criticism, not hate. Here Ты go!
For: Olivia
Finally, after a long день of work, Ты were at home, in bed, and cuddling up to Mr. Bananas. It was 9:47pm when Ты actually fell asleep.
Ты were awoken by a yell and saw Dallas, your boyfriend of almost one year, lying on the floor holding his nose.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are Ты okay?" Ты panicked.
"You punched me!"
Ты couldn't help but laugh a little, but Dally did not think that it was funny.
"I am so sorry!" Ты сказал(-а) through laughter and pulled him to the bathroom of your empty house. Your parents were not Главная very often.
Ты sat him down on the side of the bathtub. Ты looked at the clock: 1:24. Ты searched through the cabinet to find something to somewhat stop the swelling of his nose. Ты pulled out a little bottle of cream. Dallas, having no idea what it was, let Ты apply it to his nose. He winced along the way and Ты were trying to be careful. Once Ты were finished, Ты looked at the bottle еще closely and started to giggle.
"What now, (Y/N)?" Dally said, impatient.
"This is not something to stop swelling. This is something to stop rashes on Дети bums."
Ты started a laughing fit when Ты saw Dallas's face. It was priceless.
"What are Ты waiting for? Get this crap off my face!" Dallas yelled. Ты were still laughing while Ты were wiping it off.
After many tries, both of Ты realized Ты were not any good at playing doctor. Dally and Ты just ended up lying in your bed, playing with each others fingers.
"I really am sorry." Ты admitted.
"Yeah, whatever, your just lucky I Любовь you."
"I know."
"You sure can pack a punch, though, girly." He pecked your nose and Ты carefully returned it to his nose.
"I learn from the best." He smiled proudly."Thanks for coming over."
"No problem. Just don't перфоратор, удар, пунш me again." Ты smirked.
"No promises."
I hoped it was what Ты asked for, Olivia.
-Andi
For: Olivia
Finally, after a long день of work, Ты were at home, in bed, and cuddling up to Mr. Bananas. It was 9:47pm when Ты actually fell asleep.
Ты were awoken by a yell and saw Dallas, your boyfriend of almost one year, lying on the floor holding his nose.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are Ты okay?" Ты panicked.
"You punched me!"
Ты couldn't help but laugh a little, but Dally did not think that it was funny.
"I am so sorry!" Ты сказал(-а) through laughter and pulled him to the bathroom of your empty house. Your parents were not Главная very often.
Ты sat him down on the side of the bathtub. Ты looked at the clock: 1:24. Ты searched through the cabinet to find something to somewhat stop the swelling of his nose. Ты pulled out a little bottle of cream. Dallas, having no idea what it was, let Ты apply it to his nose. He winced along the way and Ты were trying to be careful. Once Ты were finished, Ты looked at the bottle еще closely and started to giggle.
"What now, (Y/N)?" Dally said, impatient.
"This is not something to stop swelling. This is something to stop rashes on Дети bums."
Ты started a laughing fit when Ты saw Dallas's face. It was priceless.
"What are Ты waiting for? Get this crap off my face!" Dallas yelled. Ты were still laughing while Ты were wiping it off.
After many tries, both of Ты realized Ты were not any good at playing doctor. Dally and Ты just ended up lying in your bed, playing with each others fingers.
"I really am sorry." Ты admitted.
"Yeah, whatever, your just lucky I Любовь you."
"I know."
"You sure can pack a punch, though, girly." He pecked your nose and Ты carefully returned it to his nose.
"I learn from the best." He smiled proudly."Thanks for coming over."
"No problem. Just don't перфоратор, удар, пунш me again." Ты smirked.
"No promises."
I hoped it was what Ты asked for, Olivia.
-Andi
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are Ты looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One минута please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.
